AN: Okay, so I haven't updated in a while, also I'm sick, so I don't want to do work. So I thought another chapter would be in order. Excuse the drugged up writing, as I am on antibiotics :) Enjoy.
The living room was dark. Only some of the lights were on, and most of them had seen better days. Dust seemed to be covering every layer of the place. Resting itself on the old books and bowls. As Krissy looked around, so many things caught her eyes. Bones, plants, vials of unmarked liquid that she was sure was something disgusting. She walked past what she was assumed to be Bobby's desk to inspect the bookshelf that loomed over it. Books that seemed to be as old as time splayed out before her. Even on her tip-toes she wouldn't be able to reach the top shelf. The group were all sitting on or standing near the dusty brown sofa that rested beneath a dusty window. That theme seemed to carry on through the whole house. Krissy slowly picked out one of the books and began leafing through it as they all talked.
"Vampires, Werewolves, and any damn creature that haunts this Earth is acting in ways I ain't never seen before," Bobby said, grabbing some beers from his fridge. He placed them on the table to the pleasure of Dean who grabbed one greedily.
"Running amuck. Joining forces. Suicide missions, like the ones we saw today," Bobby continued as he leant on the door frame. Castiel stood silently in the corner as they swapped ideas.
"Maybe they have finally figured out that they would be stronger together? I mean, we've been ganking them pretty well up until this point. Maybe they've cottoned on to it?" Rufus said, rocking his beer back and forth in his fingers.
"Or maybe they all just wanna catch up for a nice picnic Rufus, ya' idgit. What in God's name would they do that for?".
Bobby and Rufus fell into another argument as Dean and Sam rolled their eyes, trying to calm down the two raging hunters. Krissy was still flipping through the book, barely listening. This book talked of rituals and summoning seals. She'd never had to use one of these before. They seemed too intricate and delicate. The ingredients alone would take weeks to find. She looked back up at the cabinet Bobby kept on the wall. She wondered how many ingredients he had in there. And what he had used them for.
She was snapped back to reality when Castiel spoke.
"It seems these occurrences verge in on one point and one date," he said with a serious tone, as always. Everyone looked up at the Angel who was now in the center of the room.
"Care to share?" Dean said, sipping from his bottle.
Castiel turned to look at Krissy, causing shivers to course up her spine.
"Kristine,".
...
She just stood there as everyone looked at her. The book was still open in her hands as she stared back at the angel.
"...what,".
Castiel moved closer to her, and Krissy restrained the urge to run for the door.
"Ever since the 3rd of July demons have been moving. Werewolves and Vampires moved closer together and ghosts stopped what they were doing to flock to the area. Pagan Gods have been on the move too. All converging on this area. We think something is coming. Something big".
Krissy remained silent.
"So, whatever happened on July the 3rd set everyone off? Is that a special day?" Sam said, speaking up for the first time.
"It's my birthday.." Krissy whispered, since her vocal cords were not exactly working at the moment.
"...and when my father went missing," she finished quickly.
They all looked back to Castiel.
"An alliance on this grand scale hasn't been recorded since the beginning of the world. When Earth and all it's creations were created, everything was connected and lived in peace. The rift of hunger and power divided them. Ever since, there has been a clear food chain. Up until now,".
Krissy leant against the table, taking this all in. She'd seen Demi-Gods and Demons, Ghosts and Spirits. But all separate. Never together, not like this.
"So. Whatever is causing this must have started on the 3rd," Sam said, standing up and walking over to his bag. He pulled out his laptop and sat at Bobby's desk. He looked up at Bobby as he disapprovingly "tidied" the paper ridden desk.
"No offense here, but why is Krissy so special? Couldn't it have just been a coincidence that this all happened on her birthday?" Dean said, his beer now finished, the empty bottle now sitting on the table.
"That's what we're trying to figure out," Castiel said, looking back at Krissy, who could still not look him in the eyes.
Hours and hours of research. Dean was lying on the floor across from Krissy, papers spread out in a ring around him. Rufus had gone back to his house to find more books, whilst Bobby and Sam had gone to the library. At around 3 am Castiel had been apparently 'called back to Heaven', so he was gone. It was just Krissy and Dean. Her eyes kept shutting themselves, to which she kept trying to force them open. Dean looked up at her.
"C'mon. Up you get. You haven't slept in a while. How about you take the first nap?" he says, helping her up. She didn't have the energy to object so she didn't. She dragged her feet over to the couch and lay down. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the cushions.
...
Darkness. It's all she could see. Everything was black. She couldn't feel anything. Not the ground below her, nor the walls around her. She fumbled around. The only knowledge she had of her movement was the crashing sounds of her body as she fell to the ground. The air was cold as it rushed into her lungs. She strained her eyes against the dark, but it was like she was blind. No light was anywhere. She stopped moving and tried to think. Not too long after she stopped moving she saw it. White eyes open in front of her. They didn't seem to have a pupil, until it flicked open. Red as blood and shaped like a diamond it stood before her. Nothing but these eyes were visible. They seemed to glow they were so bright. Then, one by one, all around her, more eyes appeared. They were all the same. White, with a red diamond center. They all blinked at her. Some in unison, but others not. A low rumble started. It took her a while to figure out that this was a word. A word being repeated over and over again. 'Lychinus'. 'Lychinus'. 'Lychinus'.
The words revolved around her as she seemed to spin. The eyes getting blurry as she toppled over, the sound getting louder. She wanted to scream. Run away. Like she was running away from something she always knew was coming. But what?
She awoke with a jolt. Her brow was creased as sweat seemed to pour over her. She was underneath something that was making her extremely warm. A jacket. Dean's jacket. She looked around the room. Everyone seemed to have left. Typical. She got up, carefully folding Dean's jacket and placing it next to her on the sofa. She stared at it longer than she would care to admit and finally got up. Images of the dream and the strange word still rattled in her brain. She'd had strange dreams before, but nothing on this scale. She looked around the empty house, seeing if anyone was around. As she walked into the kitchen she noticed a post-it note on the fridge
'Went out for groceries. Be back later' - Dean.
She sighed. Alone again. She scrunched up the note in her hand, but suddenly thought better of it. She un-crumpled it slowly, flattening it out in her palms. She folded it and put it in her pocket, trying not to think of the reason why. She turned around and froze. A man was standing in front of her. A dark suit and dark hair. Black tie with black shirt. He looked like a walking shadow. He stared right at her and smiled.
"Krissy, how lovely to meet you again. Although you might not remember the first time,".
His british accent sliding out of his mouth with a grin. He took a step towards her.
"I'm Crowley, and you're coming with me,".